Page 19 of Vicious Vows

Shit. She’s right. Groaning, I toss my phone on the bed. I need to do something. I can’t just look at my phone all night.

Going to my closet, I look around. Both sides are full of clothes that I rarely wear. Perhaps I should clean it out? Donate what I don’t wear and give it to those in need. I take my time looking over each piece of clothing. By the time I’m finished, there’s an enormous pile on the floor and I feel accomplished, which makes me frown.

This shouldn’t make me feel as if I’ve done something wonderful. I should be out in the world, doing more, but I can’t. It's a bit ironic that Grandmama claims to be a believer in making sure we’re all educated before being married off. But when I asked to enroll in some classes, I was told no. That I was needed at home. I’ve always wondered why she doesn’t want me to have the same experiences as everyone else. Even Freja has been to college, though she dropped out on her own.

Sighing, I leave the pile on the floor and grab a nightshirt and underwear. It’s been a long day and all I want to do is go to bed. I change, sliding under the sheets.

I’m almost asleep when the bed dips. I roll over, finding Odin lying on top of the bedding. I have to blink twice to make sure I’m not seeing things.

“What are you doing here?”

“Making sure you’re okay.”

I scoff. “I find that hard to believe, since you’re the reason I’m now banished to this room until you marry my mother.”

“If you made better decisions, you wouldn’t be locked in here.”

I turn my back to him. “You can go.”

“I think I’ll rest here for a bit.”

We lie there in silence until I grow sleepy. Odin’s arm snakes around my waist, pulling me close. I try to pull away, but he won’t let me. Instead, he throws his leg over mine, caging me in.

“You’re a dick,” I say over my shoulder.

“I’ve been called worse, baby girl. Now, close your eyes and go to sleep.”

“Why are you even in here? What purpose does it serve? Are you hoping my mother or grandmother find you in here? Is that it?”

He doesn’t answer, and I huff.

“Figures.”

I try to pretend that it’s hard to get comfortable with him wrapped around me like a vine, but that would be a lie. His body gives off heat that makes me want to snuggle into him. Exhaling, I let myself relax, sinking against his muscular form.

“Good girl,” he murmurs as his hand snakes under my nightshirt, to my breast. “Want to know what I was thinking about tonight?”

My throat is dry as I ask, “What?”

“That video you sent where you played with that sweet pussy.” He rubs his thumb over my nipple. “How sexy you looked as you got off.”

My nipple hardens as he continues to toy with it. God, why does he have to make this feel better than anyone else ever has?

My voice is raspy as I say, “I meant that video for Hans, in case you’ve forgotten.”

He tweaks my nipple, making me yelp in pain.

“I know who you meant it for, baby girl, but you sent it tome. Not Hans. Not the fucking guard. Me.” Hot breath hits the shell of my ear. “Want to know a secret? I’ve stroked my dick to that video more times than I care to admit. You’re dangerous, baby girl. Dangerous to me.”

“Perhaps you should take that as a sign and leave.”

His breath blows my hair as he laughs. “Perhaps.”

But he doesn’t move. Instead, he continues to rub my nipple until I’m fighting back sounds of pleasure.

“Roll on your back.”

I should tell him no, but what do I do? I roll over.

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